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It is with a heavy heart that we report that CSM Basil Plumley passed away at 0400hrs this morning, 10 OCT 2012, after being diagnosed with Colon Cancer and moved to a Hospice a little over a week ago. CSM Plumley lost his first battle on this day, but i am sure he is now whipping Heavan in to shape, as his Soldiers meet him at the gates in formation.

CSM Plumley was the epitome of a Soldier and a Warrior. RIP CSM, you have done your time in Hell, now it is time for you to rest. Thanks to you for all you have done for this country and our freedom. Words can never express the gratitude we have for you and the selfless service you have given to this great country.

About then I felt a thump in my ribs and carefully turned my head to see what it was. What it was was a size 12 combat boot on the foot of Sgt. Maj. Basil L. Plumley, a bear of a man who hailed from West Virginia. He was a veteran's veteran. Had fought in World War II where he made all four combat parachute jumps of the 82nd Airborne Division---Sicily, Salerno, Normandy and Remagen, the Bridge Too Far. One combat jump in Korea with the 187th Regimental Combat Team. He was now working on his third war, his third award of the Combat Infantryman's Badge---an honor the Army accorded to no more than 270 individuals in total. A very impressive dude, he was and is. The sergeant major bent at the waist and shouted over the incredible din of battle----"You can't take no pictures laying down there on the ground, Sonny." I thought to myself he's right. I also thought fleetingly that we might all die here in this place---and if I am going to die I would just as soon take mine standing up beside a man like this. Like a fool, I got up. I followed the sergeant major over to the makeshift aid station where Doc Carrera and Sgt. Tommie Keeton were tending the wounded. Plumley hollered at them: Gentlemen, prepare to defend yourselves! As he pulled out his .45 pistol and jacked a round into the chamber.